Page 35 of King of Obsession (Kings of the Underworld #1)

“I can’t hold it in forever,” I snap, puffing.

He casts a look at his fingers as if analyzing his manicure before his eyes find mine. “Beg.”

“No.”

He dismisses my statement with a hand wave before sliding his hands in his pockets. His wanting to appear unfazed pisses me off.

“Pee your pants then.”

“Enzo, I swear—”

“You’re in no position to make demands.” He doesn’t raise his voice, yet I hear the annoyance in it, irritating me to no end.

“So that’s your big plan? Strip me of my dignity, break me to become a damn obedient pet,” I say through gritted teeth.

He smirks. “Hmm, give me more ideas.”

“You want to erase the woman who betrayed you, but guess fucking what? You can’t,” I snap, breathing heavily.

He’s about to leave when I stop my rant. It’s not only about my need to pee, but stretch my limbs. I am getting weaker—hungry and in so much physical discomfort I don’t even know where to start.

“What do you want from me?” I sigh, giving in and hoping he forgot about the begging part. As if.

“I want you to beg.”

“Fucking fine, if that will make you feel better. This is me begging. Should I add ‘sir’ at the end?” I infuse as much sarcasm as possible.

His intent glare reveals he’s onto me.

“Caving so easily?”

“For fucking you, yes.” I shout, giving him my truth while he only wants to see betrayal.

He’s the only exception in my life. That’s torture enough for someone who has needed no one.

“You’re an exquisite liar. I’ve gorged on them like they were the only thing capable of sustaining me.”

I wish his tone didn’t sound so finite, like he made a mistake once, and he won’t repeat it. His voice is as sharp as a sword, slicing through whatever happy end we could have had.

A deep sigh rolls out of my mouth that’s as dry as the seed of hope. “I know. I get it. But tell me what you want to happen before you tire of your vendetta and kill me? Is this how you want to see me die? Starving, peeing my pants, not feeling my limbs anymore?”

“For god’s sake, it hasn’t even been ten hours,” he mumbles.

It sure feels like more.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but my training didn’t involve having to hold in my pee.”

As if he were some lord weighing my words, deigning to give me permission, he stares at me for long moments. I had the chance to bite his dick off, but instead I preferred to choke on it. Serves me right.

He pushes himself off the wall and drags me up. A bout of dizziness unbalances me. I see the cement floor as I fall over, readying myself for impact by shutting my eyes when he catches me by my elbow, pulling me up.

“So dizzy on your feet in my presence.”

God, give me patience. If I am learning some humility here, where is his? So not fucking fair.

“Yeah, flatter yourself…”

“I should have let you fall on your knees for me. You like it there.”

The sexual innuendo has me clenching my thighs. I am not the only one affected. The black in his eyes intensifies. The tension between us zaps through the air, the sparks electrifying.

“Let me do it now,” I say with a sweet smile, licking my lips.

His eyes burn with hunger as he follows the movement before he snaps out of it.

I will get him back, won’t stop trying to seduce him until he gives in.

“My cock is a privilege I doubt you’ll ever earn again.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You didn’t just say that.”

“Move.”

I give him my back, but with my ankles bound, the distance to the cell feels endless as I take small steps. Once inside, I show him my tied wrists.

Instead of taking them off, he pulls down my pants.

“What are you doing?” I ask, incredulity lodged in my throat.

“Don’t play coy, now.”

I gasp in indignation. “I won’t pee in front of you.”

He tugs at my pants, ignoring me. “I thought we were over this.”

“No, definitely not.”

“Luciana, you’re testing my patience.” I can hear his frustration loud and clear.

I am losing this round and sulkily I stay quiet as he pulls my thong down next. For a moment, his fiery touch makes me aware of another ache, forgetting that my bladder is full.

Then he pushes me down onto the toilet seat—it doesn’t smell foul and seems clean, no yellow or brown spots or detectable gunk.

I can’t hold it anymore. A loud moan rushes out of me, but not loud enough to cover the jet of my pee as I empty my bladder.

I close my eyes, suddenly ashamed. It’s stupid considering he’s seen me naked, fucked me in all ways and positions.

“You didn’t blush when I had my cock in your pussy and mouth and my fingers in your ass, but here is where you draw the line?”

“You’re remembering pretty much everything. Are you obsessed with me?” I taunt him like I did then, but he doesn’t take the bait.

“I am done.”

He cocks an unimpressed brow, not moving. “How is that my problem?”

“Don’t push it, Enzo.”

“You’re fucking insane, I swear,” he grumbles and helps me up, getting back to dressing me.

I don’t know what has gotten into him. A bit of human decency perhaps, but he pulls something out from his pocket. When I see the key, I grit my teeth at him. “Now you’re unlocking them?”

“You forget your place.”

My chest heaves as I pant, so mad at him and this stupid game he’s playing. “Yeah, must have been flushed down the drain as you watched me pee like a perv.”

“This is on you. I wanted to free you before, but you being you…”

Getting in his face, I tip my chin up to look him dead in the eyes. “You provoke me on purpose, taking advantage of knowing me.”

“Not my problem. And I have no idea who you are.”

Simple words but with such a deep meaning they cut, making my insides bleed. He was the only one to see the real me.

“I hate you.”

“Heard that one before.”

“Enzo, it hurts,” I say, stripping myself bare, showing him all my vulnerability.

I lift my hands to show him, even though I am not referring to the physical pain. He turns his back to me, leaving me in total darkness as he cuts the lights, not caring. It feels like a piece of my heart beats its last beats, slowly dying.

Maybe because I’ve never seen this side of him toward me, cold, detached, uninterested, I took his playfulness, the banter, his care for granted.

I walk around as best I can, trying to get past the numbness in my legs and arms and not break my neck. There are no sharp things I can bump into and injure myself.

I move for as long as I can. My legs get heavier with each step, sweat breaking out over my skin. I stop, afraid I will faint if I keep this up, so I drag my exhausted body toward the small bed, falling on it sideways.

Do I get even a slight break? No, because the moment I am about to find sleep, I feel his presence.

I groan, showing him I am less than pleased by his late visit.

He turns on the light that assaults my eyes. I take a few attempts to open them for good, then I push myself upright when something catches my attention.

It’s a platinum necklace—a slick, sturdy and shiny round design, the locking mechanism so subtle I don’t even see it with one diamond encrusted in the middle. It’s a collar.

He clicks his tongue, a smug expression sliding over his features. “You don’t have your necklace anymore.”

“Had to sell it. Was on the run,” I sass. While I needed the money, I wanted any link to my past eradicated.

I am about to open my mouth and tell him that he’ll put that around my neck over my very dead body when in a fraction of a moment he has me on my back. Holding me by my neck, he squeezes to show me who is in charge.

I try to head butt him to remind him just as well with whom he deals with. He’s lucky I am bound.

Enzo presses me onto the mattress, straddling my chest. He locks it around my neck with ease; the click feeling final and screws it shut with a key.

It’s done. I close my eyes, refusing to offer him the pleasure of seeing me subdued. He lowers himself down onto my body, his weight feeling too good and familiar on top of me.

He traces the collar with his finger. “It looks so pretty on you,” he taunts me.

“Take it off,” I grit, opening my eyes and hope they shoot lasers at him.

“But I had it made for you,” he tsks, the sound ringing of fake displeasure.

The tension between us skyrockets as we stare each other down.

“Don’t push me.”

“Or what? You’ll kill me? Wouldn’t be the first time.”